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Temple Training

Okuro_Ishimoto

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Okuro roamed around the Silver Jedi Temple, finding a room with Training Droids in it. He smiled and set his lightsabers to Training Mode, activating the droids and deflecting their shots. It was actually kind of fun, though he would never admit it to anyone.
 

Bounce

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A young Nautolan walked through the halls of the temple.

Bare feet padded over the floor, as the aquatic boy passed through the interior of the Silver Rest. It was familiar in some ways, but also different. He remembered a place like it, but not on Kashyyyk.

Vague memories, like a half-remembered dream. Or less than a dream.

Bouncing at the child's hip was a lightsaber that may have seemed strange for the curved design. The boy's abyssal black eyes moved eerily with the smokey swirls that moved within, as though a sky at night. Those eyes of dark water stared over at the man as the child found he was not the only one wandering through the training grounds of the temple.

"Sup, brah" the youngling chirped brightly. Then he paused to look around the room for a moment before he glanced back at the Jedi-looking dude. "So... you lightsaber or what?"

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Okuro_Ishimoto

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[member="Zak Dymo"]


Okuro turned and stared at the Nautolan boy. He remembered having a friend that looked a lot like him, only he had more of a purple skin tone. "Did....you just call me brah?" He was confused, deactivating his sabers. "And yes, I....lightsaber." He said, confused at the child's way of talking.
 

Bounce

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Did he just call him brah?

"A' brah," the child affirmed, with a head nod that sent all fourteen of the stubby head-talks bouncing around. Then, with a shrug, the youngling added, "Or, you know, like bro, bruh, brotha-man... whatever."

When the man confirmed that he did, in fact, lightsaber, the child gave a large smile.

Reaching down to his belt, the boy removed Riptide from where the weapon was clipped to his side. The krayt dragon shard reacted to the boy's touch. It was an eerie sensation, the feel of a crystal attuned to the wielder. Yet, he wasn't the one who had forged this weapon. They had the same face. They had the same genetic structure. But he was merely an actor who had stepped into the role of Zak Dymo.

The Silver Jedi Knight who had been Zak Dymo was someone that the youngling could sometimes remember. As though his life were a dream and he was merely stumbling through the memories, trying to recall his lines.

His hand wrapped around the handle. It was comfortable, like putting on a pair of favored slippers. A distinctive sound emerged as a blade of pure white appeared. The blade weaved through the air, as the child executed a Makashi salute toward the man.

"Lightsaber with me?"

This was the training hall... or, at least, he was pretty sure it was the training hall. It damn sure wasn't the cafeteria.

And what else did Jedi do in the training hall except lightsaber?

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Okuro_Ishimoto

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He sighed and shrugged. "Alright. If I'm gonna join this Order, might as well figure out what the next Generation has in store for me. Just come at me however you want." He said, standing with his arms folded. He hadn't even ignited his lightsaber!
 

Bounce

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Come at me however you want.

The Nautolan just gave a large smile. Then, he took a leap forward.

Fencing was a lot like dancing. Even if he didn't recall everything taught to the original Zak Dymo by Jedi Master [member="Nefertari Sovint-Vael"], he could recall how the Force moved. Lightsaber combat had a rhythm, it possessed a beat, and an energy of its very own. It was like music, in that respect.

The white blade arced downward, until the blade ran parallel to the floor. Thrust forward in a standard Makashi opening move, the fencer stretched forward with the lightsaber held in one hand, the blade extended out in a stabbing motion as momentum propelled the youngling forward.

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Okuro_Ishimoto

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Okuro smiled as the youngling charged at him. His form was good, and he saw the spirit in his eyes. But spirit wasn't enough to spare someone from getting their ass kicked. As the Nautolan drew closer, Okuro slid to the side to avoid the lunge. He then brought the side of his foot to the Youngling's shin, which would trip him up and sending him falling on his backside. Before he could hit the floor, however, Okuro extended his arm and Force Pushed him against one of the walls of the room. It all happened in a blur, as if his movements were invisible to the naked eye.
 

Bounce

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The side-step wasn't what bothered him.

Continuing with the momentum of the thrust, the youngling rolled his shoulders as he pitched forward. Vaulting over the leg sweep, the boy was set to land a classic Judo roll when the Force Push caught him in the side and threw him off to one side.

Even then, the Force Push wasn't what bothered him.

Tumbling off to the side, the boy stuck out a leg and came back up with the white blade ready... for an attack that didn't seem like it was coming.

Because dude hadn't ignited his lightsaber yet.

That's what bothered him. "Dude," the boy complained, standing his ground with the lightsaber in hand. "Lightsaber!"

What? Was he into Niman or something? Because those Niman peeps drove Zak up the wall. That wasn't sword fightning, that was just using the Force to cheat at sword fightning.

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Okuro_Ishimoto

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"A real opponent will want to be sure they even need to use their lightsaber. But, if you insist..." His lightsabers flung from his belt to his hands as he ignited them, the blue and yellow blades sparking to life. He still didn't move or attack though, waiting for the child to make another move.
 

Bounce

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The Nautolan's stubby head-tails perked up at the sight of the lightsaber ignition.

Then, the boy frowned.

One of the dude's lightsabers was a brilliant blue color. Which, as far as Zak was concerned, was the only correct color for a lightsaber. For some reason, the real Zak Dymo had used a krayt dragon pearl when he'd constructed the lightsaber that was now in the hands of the child. Krayt dragon pearl's produced white blades, hence the color of the boy's sword.

Why the original Zak would have wanted a white lightsaber was really, really lost on the clone.

But the other lightsaber was... "Blue and... yellow? Really?" the youngling chirped. His voice squeaked up an octave as he said the word 'really'. "Are you going for a Jedi Sentinel motiff or what?"

Bringing the tip of his lightsaber up into the ubiquitous Jedi Ready stance, the youngling lashed out with a diagonal slash aimed at the man's left shoulder.

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Okuro_Ishimoto

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"I'm not 'Going For' anything." He said, raising the blue blade to block the oncoming strike. He then put the hilt of his yellow lightsaber to his stomach, going for a hit to the gut with the blunt end of the weapon


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Jesse Organa

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The rumors of the padawan menace were true, Jesse stood there off to the side with her arms crossed under her chest. Hair in a tight ponytail on her head, tips frosted with flecks of gold. She had seen some fo the Organa's here recently so coming around to not see all of her familhy. The church of the force members needed to have a little excitement as she saw it. WOndering what they might be able to do. "Careful padawan Dymo." She had no idea who the other was but standing there in the form fitted skylar outfits... she smiled to herself touching the training blad eon her hip she rarely needed to use as a means of protection.
 
Inside the training room the Harch sat tinkering with some items- his main four sabers primarily, before clipping them back onto the belt of his robes giving a slight stretch of all his six arms. Some of his arms gave a crackle and pop as he stretched, he gave a slight gurgle from his throat as he looked around the training room. Though the creature wanted to watch the fight going on within the Training room.

Arkien slowly waltzed over to the fight that was going on- observing from all six eyes-The knight that was fighting the Youngling was just to aggressive and didn't calculate his attacks. Though the Youngling needed to out-maneuver the knight to get a few hits. He was standing next to some lady with blackeyes- but why did Arkien care?

The Harch sat down on his legs watching the fight continuing to observe rooting for the Youngling to beat the knight.
 
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